Once upon a time in Ishkawbibble..
The hooligans were up to their usual shenanigans.
Gabriel started an argy-bargy with an emu in a shrub,
so he had to take some bolus in his face and coccyx.
Back in all the brouhaha, he lost his aglet and doily!
Did he leave it in the flimsy bungalow?
Or at the eatery with that floozy hussy,
the one wearing a crummy chesterfield?
the one with a flouncy hat and a flappy skirt?
Man, she was nasty! Indubitably.
Maybe that pompous and puissant fellow stole them!
Through serendipity I met him, his name was Flanagan.
He bombarded my buttock with pain! Ouch. What a flop!
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